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[ Church didn't really see it as running away.
Maybe it was, technically, but he'd done it for his own good as much as he'd done it for Epsilon's. Omega had practically bared his teeth, spoke over Church until all he could make out was, he's so close he's so close I'll rip his spine out I'll fucking kill every person in this room until the blood sprays and their lungs collapse and their bones break -
And Gamma had been talking, too, weaving his way around him until Church couldn't focus on anything except the need to just get the fuck away, because all he was saying was, "He can do it, you know. He's stronger than you, and he can do it, and there'll be nothing you can do about it, and that'll be that."
Gamma sounded a lot more human than he remembered him being, talked to him like he were a person, and it drove Church a little insane, a little fucking nuts, but they were quiet now. He'd stapled them back in place, locked them up again, didn't know how the fuck he did it at all, but it was done, and he can breathe just fine.
And Wash had told him that he'd need to learn to deal with it, but dealing with it was fucking hard when he had a psychopath living inside his brain.
( God, what the hell, Leonard, who's in control here, really? )
He'd found a way on top of the cliff that hid the base directly beneath, and from there, he can spot where Caboose and the others are. None of them are currently within a viewable range, either because they were all inside or outside of his line of sight, but it's comforting all the same. Comforting because it's familiar, because it's something Church knows and recognizes, those red fucking whores, those annoying little bitches, and then.
Caboose.
And as much as he motherfucking hated all of those bitches, it's nice to just sit there and think about them.
So that's what he does, elbows resting on his knees, silent. ]
Maybe it was, technically, but he'd done it for his own good as much as he'd done it for Epsilon's. Omega had practically bared his teeth, spoke over Church until all he could make out was, he's so close he's so close I'll rip his spine out I'll fucking kill every person in this room until the blood sprays and their lungs collapse and their bones break -
And Gamma had been talking, too, weaving his way around him until Church couldn't focus on anything except the need to just get the fuck away, because all he was saying was, "He can do it, you know. He's stronger than you, and he can do it, and there'll be nothing you can do about it, and that'll be that."
Gamma sounded a lot more human than he remembered him being, talked to him like he were a person, and it drove Church a little insane, a little fucking nuts, but they were quiet now. He'd stapled them back in place, locked them up again, didn't know how the fuck he did it at all, but it was done, and he can breathe just fine.
And Wash had told him that he'd need to learn to deal with it, but dealing with it was fucking hard when he had a psychopath living inside his brain.
( God, what the hell, Leonard, who's in control here, really? )
He'd found a way on top of the cliff that hid the base directly beneath, and from there, he can spot where Caboose and the others are. None of them are currently within a viewable range, either because they were all inside or outside of his line of sight, but it's comforting all the same. Comforting because it's familiar, because it's something Church knows and recognizes, those red fucking whores, those annoying little bitches, and then.
Caboose.
And as much as he motherfucking hated all of those bitches, it's nice to just sit there and think about them.
So that's what he does, elbows resting on his knees, silent. ]
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[ Church won't get very far, mostly because Wash will have moved to grab his shoulder and spin him around, pulling him into a harsh, bruising kiss. ]
[ And then, levelly, ]
You are an amazing jackass, you know that?
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Blame God, buddy, I'm fucking beautiful in his eyes.
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I'm sure.
[ AND YEAH LETS HIM GO FOR REAL THIS TIME bitch make up your own mind whether you want something from him out here or not you'relikeafuckingcat. ]
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Kiss me again.
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...alright.
[ Not bruising, this time. He steps in and slides his fingers into Church's damp hair, tipping his head up just a little to kiss him slow and deep, unhurriedly exploring his mouth. His other hand comes to rest at the small of Church's back, gently urging him closer. ]
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Not that. Wash doesn't have his own occasional moments of jackassery, like right now when he breaks the last kiss and murmurs against his mouth. ]
Was that all?
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Don't be a dick, man.
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--shit. [And he pulls back, honestly irritated.]
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What?
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Epsilon saw the marks on my neck and yours and. Wanted to know what we'd been doing.
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And you told him what?
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You said it was ridiculous? Jesus, dude, you should have just told him we got in a brawl with runaway pigeons or some shit.
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Or that we got in a brawl with each other. It's not that hard to think of something.
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It caught me by surprise. He used to--
[ Yeah let's tell that story, Wash, about Epsilon stealing memories of social interactions he'd had and hoarding them and leaving little blank gaps behind and make all of this even weirder. ]
Nevermind.
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Forget it. It's not a big deal.
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STILL KIND OF A MOOD-KILLER THOUGH and Wash doesn't have the motivation to pull Church back against him and finish what they started, one track mind already back to worrying and his expression anxious and distracted. ]
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Remember to bring your shit back with you.
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[ And. He just watches him turn to go this time. ]
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And, man?
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Yes?
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I promise.
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